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Poetry

My mother land my love
by Acharya Nyima Tsering

How I love to imagine your hills and dales
How I love to stroll in your woods
Your nature keeps me drifting up and down
I go with you wherever you take me
Then crying and laughing.
I dont care cause where I stay.
It is always there peace of mind is the treasure
to love you every where.